I have neglected you all this week. I’m sorry. I never call; I never write comments…it’s as if I’ve been busy with something other than blogging.
Ridiculous, I know. But true.
I have been working on…I blush to admit it…I don’t know quite how to say it – if I say it, it has to be true and I have to do something with it other than work on it and talk about working on it and not read other blogs or answer comments because I’m working on it…
I have written a book.
There! I said it! Now I have to do something with it.
I am doing something with it. This week, I have been working on my first re-draft. I’m a thirteenth or fourteenth re-draft before I’m satisfied kinda girl, so it may take a while. Each morning, when I should be visiting you and replying to you, I have been editing me.
I sort of wrote it two years ago, on my short-lived blog about living in South Africa during and after Apartheid; some of it was written before that, over many years. It is in part a collection of poems (stop yawning at the back), but also a memoir (wake up, the rest of you). I lived during an exciting period of history and it left me well-balanced and not a stress head and if you believe that, you haven’t been reading this blog for long. The book is a catharsis. Should be fun!
I intend to go down the e-publishing route because, if I’m honest, I can’t imagine a publisher wanting to buy it; why would they? Apartheid is long dead and there’s no money in poetry.
However, I have this story in me that wants to be told.
I know many of you don’t read poetry, but I will share one you might enjoy; it may or may not make it into the final draft, but it will give you a flavour of the book’s tone. Background: in 1994, just before the first free and fair South African election, a new flag was unveiled:
The Old Flag
The New Flag
Let’s Hear It For The Bunting
For the boxer generation – these are y-fronts: